Not Long Left Poems

i was writing for the masses,
but reaching nothing more,
that a folder,
holding,
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As earth hardens as winter arrives
A grey spillage stains the skies.

As hearts harden when love dies
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I had always wished for your return
to be like that of Odyssueus's.
A little world weary,
Battle scared and vague.
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She hovers like a lonely lost cloud
I have no rope long enough to reach her
She begs for rescue but the wind is to loud
She fades into the distance like a falling feather.
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Rusty railings lend their shadows
to the narrow strech of a beer littered
alleyway.
Drooping bare branches
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the cracks in your desert weathered face,
home to a thousand thoughts and memories,
from a time and a place,
long lost to the generals of time.
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The moonlit lethargic lake,
unrushed, moves within itself,
occasional ripples grow,
then finally they break.
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where do all the nice girls go,
maybe they melt away with the snow.
Did they sail of to a better land,
if so why didn't they take me by the hand.
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the fireworks have flown,
the wishes have been welcomed,
the booze has reached the brain,
yet everything still seems the same,
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i struggle when having
to give strangers a cuddle,
i get myself in such a muddle,
what if they go to kiss my cheek,
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